French food : Plisson’s House
Since 10 days, I’m hearing only about it! And if half of the left bank starts to cross the Seine to come until the 96 Boulevard Beaumarchais, something must happen… “Plisson’s House” – La Maison Plisson
And here I am, “on the road”, and I have to say that the idea of her creator, Delphine Plisson, seduced me more than the trend. Because, after years travelling over France roads to meet local producers, she nowadays fulfil her dream of proposing a selection of 3000 products in her grocery. Just next to it, you will enjoy having a break in her restaurant. That smells good stuff! Anyway, I have sniffed that out !
French folks, here I come! It’s with a non-hidden joy that I enter in the grocery. The tone is set : with a weaved shopping bag or an isothermal bag to carry your fresh goods, everything stamped with a name that has already become a brand. The concept already works well. Here, there is no place for any doubt, and regarding marketing, the Plisson’s house is all good !
I’m getting called out! (Already?) “Hello Madam, would you like to taste a strawberry with its french made whipped cream?” (To make everything clear: you just can’t refuse) Hum it’s fresh, not too sweety, I love it !
“Here you are, take one for your daughter, like this, she’ll already know what good things taste like !”
Ding! I got sensitive. Carla literally devoured it. Ah, he is great still ! The price as well…
Little shift on the rigth, and I’m right in front of a fridge full of roasts and lamb chops, everything ordered to the millimetre. The same for cheeses. For a second, I feel like I’m in La Grande Epicerie de Paris. But no! One insatisfaction less because it is way smaller and I have to say that it feels good! For an undecided like me, it feels like my vision became clear again! I notice that potatoes cost 1,5 euros per kilo, less expensive than in my Monop’s district…something to keep in mind !
The visit continues to the basement. But as I see the dizzy stairs in front of me, I decide to burry myself. And at that moment, I hear a voice coming out from nowhere “Madam, don’t hesitate to take the elevator with your stroller to go to the basement. I’ll help you out !”
Is it possible ? How did he read my mind ?
Conquered. The Plisson’s House, is know-how combined with know-how-to-be. Ok then, I go down !
The door opens and I directly arrive face-to-face with Le chocolat des Français . After that, I discover handmade jams. Pasts and spreads also spin my head. I think they are a bit expensive (more than 5 euros), but I believe that consuming local, and without palm oil is disputable…isn’t it ?
Yes….I’m a bit wandering because everything’s is so wonderful !!!
I quickly pay and go out with my carton bag, with the feeling that his chic gave me a little more confidence. I have to say that I liked buying those pretty things, and I felt that, more than simply having purchased something, I accomplished a citizen act.
You too have that same impression when you buy French goods ?
La Maison Plisson, 96 boulevard Beaumarchais, Paris III, www.lamaisonplisson.com